The Blue Hair Experiment

There are many rites of passage as we grow up.  As young women, we have a cornucopia of firsts.  Our first boy/girl party without parents.  Our first date, our first kiss, first bra, first love and the list goes on.  I love being apart of all of this stuff as my friends girls grow up to fine women just like their mothers.  I will admit however, that there is a small part of me that hates every second of it.  It means they are growing up and soon the shouts of  "whoo hoo! Aunty Crystal is here" will give way to, "Hi, Mom, can I go now" I know this to be a fact as we all did the same thing even if our favorite Aunt was comming for tea.

However, watching them grow up also means being apart of embarrassing moments and catching it on film.  This is my favorite part of the whole experience.....lol.  Yes I'm evil, I plan to make collages for wedding days and sweet 16 parties, as a reminder that I am all powerful....lol  Not to mention the photos that will come out when the first date arrives at the door.  If the boy can handle the baseball bat, picture toting, tarot reading crazy Aunt, then he should be well prepared for the insane Uncles handing out death threats, as a warning incase she comes home crying. 

So on Saturday Karen and I started the blue hair experiment.  Abbey wanted to dye her hair blue, well because all her friends were doing it.  I'm in complete support of Hair Rebellion, its only hair and it grows back.  Not to mention if this is the worst she can come up with at 9, I say bring it on!  However, she is only 9 and therefore we must tread lightly.  Be supportive with some guidelines, so 8-10 wash outs and streaks instead of all over was a pretty good compromise.


I have to say that A was quite the trooper even with a cold she sat for over an hour as we pulled her very fine hair out of the little holes in the cap.  Being poked by a crochet hook is not my idea of a fun Saturday morning but she didn't complain once.  We did however, it was way more work then we figured it would be.

The end result was not as dramatic as she had hoped for but she had a big smile on her face and that is all that matters.  We will try again with another product in the future. There will be many more colours in her future and more styles then we are willing to endure, but for now her very first dye job was a success.  I say bring on the Neon Pink!!!!!

All Hail Mother Spring!!!!

I have tried to write this entry numerous times. However, the blog template makes me crazy and I have to walk away. So I decided to write the entry in Word and transfer it over. Cursing at the blog that is supposed to be about the journey of my own spirit is not the kind of energy I want for it. So best to walk away and start again.

Since I got my license, I have tried to go to the bluffs for every High Holiday that I was in town for. This one however, was special. This time, I was not going to be the crazy lady on the beach by herself with flowers, and other offerings. This Spring I was going to be the crazy lady at the point with friends to celebrate it with. On Wednesday March 21st, I picked up A and B and we headed to our happy place to celebrate spring. I picked up flowers and put mead and milk and honey into offering jars. We brought the camera so that we could take shots of the sunset and each other.

This was A and B’s first High Holiday celebration with me and even though they are not pagan they wanted to spend this time with me and that truly made the entire event worth it for me. My tribe is scattered all over the province and getting together for Holidays isn’t as easy as we would like it to be and even though I’m completely ok with worshiping on my own, having company is much nicer.

As we got out of the car and headed to our spot the beautiful and talented B looks at me and says, I would like you to teach me about what you do and what you believe in. I will admit that I was moved by this request and did my best not to show my tears of happiness. B is an amazing young lady, with a brilliant head on her shoulders. She is far too much like A and I for her own good sometimes but that is what makes her so awesome to be around.

So as we walked, I explained what we were about to do and why, she listened and asked many questions and by the time we reached the point she was ready for her first, mini ritual. Now this really wasn’t her first, she watches me light candles and incense and chant to the Gods often but this was her first official, (teach me the ropes) ritual. Trying to stay focused when all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and cry with happiness was not an easy thing to do. I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to that sort of thing and this was no exception.

Ostara has always been one of my favourite times of year. It is a time to celebrate new life and new growth. A time to be thankful for Blessing that have not yet come to pass and for those that have sustained us over the cold winter. Now I will admit that this winter was not really one of Canada’s worst winters but it was cold and dark in places and certainly had its moments.

We were lucky this year though, not much snow to shovel and very little hibernation time, spring still brought with it the beauty of rebirth and the love of the season.

The three of us enjoyed the moment and we each took turns throwing our flowers into the water, both to ask and to thank. I gave offerings to the ancestors and to the land spirits that live at the bluffs. I spoke words to the Gods to myself as I strongly feel this is my worship not theirs and I have no right to push my worship on others. In due time B will become apart of that aspect of the ritual as well but for now and for this moment in particular, it was for me and the Gods and not anyone else.

I am thankful for all the wonderful blessings in my life. For the amazing Kith and Kin I have, for the Sisters I share my life with and my stress. For the Muse that keeps me creative, to the Gods who keep me and mine safe and for my Darling husband who no matter what crazy hobby I embark on he is standing there with pompoms to cheer me on.

In the immortal words of my Dear friend Carol......I love my Life!!!

Spring Blessing to each and everyone who reads this blog. May Spring share its beauty with you.

We give Thanks for unknown blessings already on their way.